“Man has set for himself the goal of conquering the world but in the processes loses his soul.” Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn, Russian writer and historian.
The huge snowfalls of 2011 brought new collapses across the buildings.
Below the factory floor is a network of hallways and tunnels, all flooded with water.
The inside of Whiting mine, as it looks today.
The ruins of the the Hubert Mine over the ruins of Nevadaville. Its ore was taken through the town to a mill below it.
Old conveyor belts are draped over the sides of the ore chutes to cut down on the noise and wear of the dumping trains.
This sawtooth roof collapsed months later under the weight of an early snow.
I slid into the mill through the top floor, near where the rock-grinding ball mills were left to rust. I look around, taking in the most intact gold mill I’ve ever explored. Movement attracted my eye to the ceiling, where I found something staring back, a raven was observing me with some interest. It had been a while since I have brushed up on the folklore and mythology, but I took it as a good sign. Leica/Summilux 35/Ektar 100